Poet

Nicholas had been quite unsuccessful at striking a conversation or even a reaction from Emberline the day before. But now he had taken quite a liking to the place, it was away from most crowds that wanted to chase him to death. He had almost immediately been acknowledged by the men, young and old, who seemed so intrigued by him that they took turns being seated in the two chairs on the table. Mrs Marshall had turned into an immediate admirer as soon as he helped her pick up the contents of her fallen basket, The clangour of vegetables hitting the cobblestone street became a serendipitous symphony, orchestrating an unexpected connection. Mrs. Marshall, a married old woman with three offspring in tow, transformed into an instant devotee of Nicholas.